Fetch the notary. This afternoon, 3:50 of the post meridian, we're watching "How It's Made" on the Science Channel. A segment comes on as to how they shape and polish diamonds. Creaky fingered little men with funny round hats. A lot of close-up work. Abruptly, her spangledness arises from her chair as if to leave the room.
"Honey! It's on diamonds! Don't you want to see this? Should'nt I pause it?"
"Oh Genie, I don't need any more diamonds."
GASP It was as if all the air had been sucked out of the room. I was being swallowed by a vortex. Dizzy, I rush to the keyboard to record the event. Oh hallelujah, if only a hymn were playing, I'd wave my arm to the heavens.
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